Even as we stood outside arm’s distance of each other, I felt the space between us mold into something perfectly matched.

I’d thought she was on edge, but the fact was, I hadn’t felt right since she rode away in that cab.

Two weeks had stretched out into an endless horizon. I was on a path getting smaller in the distance, but always staying the same in reality. She chose to walk away, and she would have to choose to come back.

I was a patient man. I could wait, but I didn’t have to like it.